There once was a call, we don’t know,
Said Maisa’s husband, all in a row,
Staff Sgt. Jaramillo,
Had a mind full of billow,
The mystery continued to grow.
There once was a man on trial,
Whose plea caused a significant trial,
It delayed the whole case,
But will justice embrace?
In court, he’ll face his denial.
There once was a van in Texas so fine,
With a substance not deemed as a crime,
Tests showed it was not meth,
But rather, a myth,
Innocence prevailed in the nick of time.
There once was a host of a show
Who lost sleep from an interview
He tossed and turned all night through
The stress was too much, it’s true
But in the end, he made it through
There once was an actor quite bold,
Who found the president’s post quite cold,
On Truth Social he saw,
About Iran, a faux pas,
So he laughed and refused to be sold.
There once was a Fox News host, quite witty
But a guest threw him off, what a pity
He stumbled and fumbled
His composure crumbled
Seemed this time he just wasn’t so gritty
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose repairs left the Park Service in a slump,
The Lincoln Pool’s fate,
Left to debate,
Leaves visitors feeling rather glum.
Wholesale prices can offer a look,
At inflation’s potential outlook.
They give an early clue,
Of what consumers will rue,
Predicting the rise in their book.
The Tates in detention did stay,
In Miami, locked up on that day,
Since their arrest in July,
They’ve had no reason to be spry,
Awaiting their fate, come what may.
There once was a Democrat from Georgia,
Who minced no words, like a regalia.
On MS NOW, he’d appear,
Speaking loud and clear,
A fierce voice in the political aria.